Eerie evenings stroll on by...
The pretence of living dies at night...
Though I play on and on,
For all amusement but mine,
I run with strings across the rope
Another puppet with no hope
In a dream land...
Of the Master to the Night.
Here, the trail turns in reverse,
As his sweet venom guides my curse,
But with my glory days
Comes a price to pay,
I close my eyes
To shield my mind,
As I keep waiting...
Like a Stranger to the Night.
I can't go on without control...
To and my life would be too cold...
So, the bottles are on the tree,
I'll play the Devil to set me free,
For my soul must learn to breathe,
My smiling sins must pay their fees,
Though I should fall to my knees...
I'll be a Friend to the Night.